The message Kismet had received a few weeks earlier had been vague to say the least, one word only 'Come' followed by the guild hall address. She'd been halfway across the continent at the time but mysteries had always intrigued her and so she'd followed the direction and come. Now she found herself in a strange library surrounded by all manner of miscreants, and no clue as to what was going on.

Her nerves twitched as she gazed at the newcomer, his black cloak flowing around his strangely as he stepped up to the speaker. There was something about him which seemed out of place, although she couldn't quite understand why. She decided to hold back for a moment, keeping herself lost in the small crowd as she observed events transpire. Her father had always said it was best to let the brave man jump in the quicksand first, that way you could always use him as a stepping stone.